I love you, Mr. Bipolar ♥
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More than a Fantasy
In a world where everyone wants to be aesthetic, she's used to being admired but never truly seen. Compliments come easy-"You're so pretty!" "You look amazing!"-but no one ever asks, "Are you okay?" For the longest time, she's felt like a painting in a gallery-gazed at, praised, but never really known. Then there's him. He's not the poetic type who spins metaphors about her beauty, nor the mysterious bad boy everyone secretly obsesses over. He's just... him. The kind of person who forgets his umbrella on rainy days, orders the same coffee every morning, and sometimes stumbles over his words when he's excited. The first time they talked, he didn't stare too long. Didn't say she was breathtaking. Instead, he simply asked: "Pagod ka na ba?" And somehow, that meant more than any compliment ever did. With him, she doesn't have to be perfect. She doesn't have to be put together, doesn't have to filter her words or curate every moment. She can be quiet, messy, lost in her thoughts-and still, he stays. He listens. He waits. He makes her feel like she doesn't have to be anyone else but herself. Sometimes, love isn't about grand gestures or heart-fluttering moments. Sometimes, it's just someone who makes space for you, who stays even when the moment isn't aesthetic, even when you're not your best, even when you have nothing to say. And for the first time, she doesn't feel like a painting in a gallery. She feels like she's home.Concluida
DESTINED (Love Series 1)
"Just think before we met, we were both looking at the same stars and wishing for the same love."Concluida
A LOVER AND A HATER
Meet 🅰🅽🅳🆁🅸🅴🆂🅲🅾 🅵🅴🅻🅸🆇 🅻🅴🅴 - ᴄᴇʀᴛɪғɪᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏʙᴏʏ, ᴘᴀsᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴊᴇʀᴋ, ᴍᴀʏᴀᴍᴀɴ, ʜᴀʙᴜʟɪɴ ɴɢ ʙᴀʙᴀᴇ at ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ Meet 🅹🅾🆂🅴🅿🅷🅸🅽🅴 🅲🅻🅴🆇 🆂🅰🅼🅾🅽🆃🅴 - ɴᴀɴɪɴɪᴡᴀʟᴀ sᴀ ᴋᴀsᴀʙɪʜᴀɴ ɴᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ, ᴏʙsᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛ ᴀᴛ ʜɪɢɪᴛ sᴀ ʟᴀʜᴀᴛ ɪsᴀɴɢ ʜᴀᴍᴀᴋ ʟᴀᴍᴀɴɢ ɴᴀ sᴄʜᴏʟᴀʀ ɴᴀ ᴇsᴛᴜᴅʏᴀɴᴛᴇ sᴀ ɪsᴀɴɢ ᴋɪʟᴀʟᴀɴɢ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs ᴄʜᴜᴀ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ ᴏʀ ᴄsᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏʙᴏʏ? ᴍᴀʏᴀᴍᴀɴ? ʜᴀʙᴜʟɪɴ ɴɢ ᴄʜɪᴄᴋs? ᴘᴀsᴀᴡᴀʏ? ᴊᴇʀᴋ? ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡᴀʟᴀ ᴅɪʏᴀɴ ᴀɴɢ ʜɪɴᴀʜᴀɴᴀᴘ ɴɪ ᴊᴏsᴇᴘʜɪɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴏ ʙɪɢʟᴀ ɴᴀʟᴀɴɢ sɪʏᴀɴɢ ɴᴀɢᴜʟᴏ sᴀ ᴛᴀʜɪᴍɪᴋ ɴɪʏᴀɴɢ ʙᴜʜᴀʏ ɴɢ ʙɪɢʟᴀɴɢ ᴅᴜᴍᴀᴛɪɴɢ sᴀ ʙᴜʜᴀʏ ɴɪʏᴀ sɪ ғᴇʟɪx, ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ sʜᴇ ᴅᴏ?? ɪs sʜᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛ? ᴏʀ sʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴏᴘConcluida
The Unwritten Epilogue
How to say "I'm still waiting for you" without actually saying it?Concluida
𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐚'°✔
◇DONE◇ "Old ways won't open new doors." - ochlophobia- sᴜᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇʀᴀs ᴋᴇᴘᴀʟᴀ ᴅᴀɴ ᴅɪɴɢɪɴ,ʙᴜᴋᴀɴʟᴀʜ ᴄɪʀɪ sᴜᴀᴍɪ ɪᴅᴀᴍᴀɴ ᴀɪsʏᴀ ᴀǫᴇᴇʟᴀ. ᴛᴇᴛᴀᴘɪ ᴅɪsᴇʙᴀʙᴋᴀɴ ᴛᴇʀᴘᴀᴋsᴀ,ʜᴀʀᴜsʟᴀʜ ᴅɪᴀ ᴛᴇʀɪᴍᴀ ɴᴀsɪʙɴʏᴀ ɪᴛᴜ. sᴇᴛɪᴀᴘ ʜᴀʀɪ ᴋᴀᴛᴀ-ᴋᴀᴛᴀ ʏᴀɴɢ ᴍᴇʀᴇɴᴅᴀʜᴋᴀɴ ᴀɪsʏᴀ ᴀǫᴇᴇʟᴀ ᴅɪʟᴏɴᴛᴀʀᴋᴀɴ ᴜɴᴛᴜᴋ ᴛᴜᴊᴜᴀɴ ᴍᴇɴʏᴀᴋɪᴛᴋᴀɴ ʜᴀᴛɪ. ᴛᴇᴛᴀᴘɪ ɢᴀᴅɪs ɪɴɪ ᴛɪᴅᴀᴋ ᴍᴇɴɢᴀʟᴀʜ. ᴘᴀsᴛɪ ᴀᴅᴀ ᴊᴀʟᴀɴ ᴘᴇɴʏᴇʟᴇsᴀɪᴀɴ ᴜɴᴛᴜᴋ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴜᴀᴛᴋᴀɴ ʜᴀᴛɪ ʟᴇʟᴀᴋɪ ʏᴀɴɢ ʙᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴀ ᴀɪᴅᴀɴ ʀᴀғᴀᴇʟ ɪɴɪ ᴊᴀᴛᴜʜ ᴋᴇ ᴛᴀɴɢᴀɴɴʏᴀ. ᴅᴜɢᴀᴀɴ ᴛɪʙᴀ ᴛᴀᴛᴋᴀʟᴀ ᴍᴜʟᴀ ᴍᴇɴᴄɪɴᴛᴀɪ ᴀɴᴛᴀʀᴀ sᴀᴛᴜ sᴀᴍᴀ ʟᴀɪɴ. ʜᴀᴛɪɴʏᴀ ʙᴀɢᴀɪ ᴅɪᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɪɴᴋᴀɴ ᴅᴀɴ ɪᴀɴʏᴀ ʙᴇʀᴋᴇᴄᴀɪ ᴛᴀᴛᴋᴀʟᴀ sᴜᴀᴍɪɴʏᴀ ʙᴀᴋᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴɪɴɢɢᴀʟᴋᴀɴɴʏᴀ. ᴛᴇᴛᴀᴘɪ ʜᴀᴛɪɴʏᴀ ᴛᴇʀᴜs ᴍᴇɴɢᴀᴛᴀᴋᴀɴ ʏᴀɴɢ ᴅɪᴀ ʜᴀʀᴜs ᴋᴜᴀᴛ. ᴅᴏʀᴏɴɢᴀɴ ᴅᴀʀɪ ᴋᴇʟᴜᴀʀɢᴀ ᴅᴀɴ ʀᴀᴋᴀɴ ᴍᴇɴᴊᴀᴅɪ ᴘᴇɴɢᴜᴀᴛɴʏᴀ. ᴘᴀɴᴅᴀɴɢᴀɴ sᴜᴀᴍɪɴʏᴀ sᴀʜᴀᴊᴀ ᴍᴀᴍᴘᴜ ᴍᴇʟᴇᴍᴀʜᴋᴀɴɴʏᴀ. ᴍᴀᴍᴘᴜᴋᴀʜ ᴅɪᴀ ᴍᴇʟᴀᴡᴀɴ sᴇᴍᴜᴀ ɪᴛᴜ? ᴀᴅᴀᴋᴀʜ ʜᴀᴛɪɴʏᴀ ʙᴀᴋᴀʟ ᴅɪᴜʙᴀᴛɪ sᴇᴍᴜʟᴀ? ᴄᴇʀɪᴛᴀ ɪɴɪ ʜᴀɴʏᴀʟᴀʜ ʀᴇᴋᴀᴀɴ sᴇᴍᴀᴛᴀ-ᴍᴀᴛᴀ. ᴛɪᴀᴅᴀ ᴋᴀɪᴛᴀɴ ᴅᴇɴɢᴀɴ ʏᴀɴɢ ʜɪᴅᴜᴘ ᴍᴀʜᴜᴘᴜɴ ʏᴀConcluida
Angel Academy
ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ. ᴋᴜɴɢ ᴀɴᴏ ᴀɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴀ ɢᴀɴᴅᴀ ɴɢ ᴘᴀɴɢᴀʟᴀɴ ɴɢ ᴘᴀᴀʀᴀʟᴀɴ, ᴀʏ sɪʏᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴀɴɢ ᴋᴀʙᴀʟɪᴋᴛᴀʀᴀɴ ɴɢ ᴍɢᴀ ᴇsᴛᴜᴅʏᴀɴᴛᴇ ɴɪᴛᴏ. ᴍɢᴀ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴʏᴏ ᴋᴜɴɢ sɪʟᴀ ᴀʏ ᴛᴀᴡᴀɢɪɴ. ʙᴀᴛᴀ ᴘᴀ ʟᴀᴍᴀɴɢ sɪ ʀᴏsᴇ, ᴀʏ ɴᴀʀᴏᴏɴ ɴᴀ sɪʏᴀ sᴀ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ. ɪᴛᴏ ᴀɴɢ ɴᴀɢsɪʟʙɪ ɴɪʏᴀɴɢ ᴛᴀʜᴀɴᴀɴ sᴀ ʟᴏᴏ ʙ ɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴀᴏɴ. ɪᴛᴏ ᴀɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴜʙᴏɢ sᴀ ᴋᴀɴʏᴀ ᴋᴜɴɢ ᴘᴀᴀɴᴏ ᴘᴜᴍᴀᴛᴀʏ ɴɢ ᴡᴀʟᴀɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀ, ɪᴛᴏɴɢ ᴘᴀᴀʀᴀʟᴀɴ ɴᴀ ɪᴛᴏ ᴀɴɢ ɴᴀɢᴛᴜʀᴏ sᴀ ᴋᴀɴʏᴀ ᴋᴜɴɢ ᴘᴀᴀɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴡᴀʟᴀɴ ɴɢ ᴛᴀᴋᴏᴛ sᴀ ʟᴀʜᴀᴛ. ɢᴜɢᴜsᴛᴜʜɪɴ ᴍᴏ ʀɪɴ ʙᴀɴɢ ᴍᴀᴋᴀ ᴘᴀsᴏᴋ sᴀ ᴘᴀᴀʀᴀʟᴀɴɢ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴʏᴏ ᴀɴɢ ᴍɢᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴀᴋᴀ sᴀᴍᴀ ᴍᴏ? ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ.......... Completed.....Concluida![Perfect Haters [Dreame]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/29675725-256-k51406.jpg)
Perfect Haters [Dreame]
"You probably bewitched me, but it doesn't matter. I willingly want to be bewitched by you forever." - Gelo FerrerConcluida
I Got A Wild Heart
"I don't remember who you are but whenever your near, my heart gets so excited I thought it will burst out of my chest, can't breathe. My heart slowly dies whenever I don't see you even for a second, a minute, a day. I know...your very special to me Alyna. I'm sorry if I have forgotten about you but as Selena said the heart want what it wants, even if my mind doesn't remember" <3 :*Concluida
In a world where everyone wants to be aesthetic, she's used to being admired but never truly seen. Compliments come easy-"You're so pretty!" "You look amazing!"-but no one ever asks, "Are you okay?" For the longest time, she's felt like a painting in a gallery-gazed at, praised, but never really known. Then there's him. He's not the poetic type who spins metaphors about her beauty, nor the mysterious bad boy everyone secretly obsesses over. He's just... him. The kind of person who forgets his umbrella on rainy days, orders the same coffee every morning, and sometimes stumbles over his words when he's excited. The first time they talked, he didn't stare too long. Didn't say she was breathtaking. Instead, he simply asked: "Pagod ka na ba?" And somehow, that meant more than any compliment ever did. With him, she doesn't have to be perfect. She doesn't have to be put together, doesn't have to filter her words or curate every moment. She can be quiet, messy, lost in her thoughts-and still, he stays. He listens. He waits. He makes her feel like she doesn't have to be anyone else but herself. Sometimes, love isn't about grand gestures or heart-fluttering moments. Sometimes, it's just someone who makes space for you, who stays even when the moment isn't aesthetic, even when you're not your best, even when you have nothing to say. And for the first time, she doesn't feel like a painting in a gallery. She feels like she's home.
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